The burning ground

rilke1

Here in the burning ground

A fire is raging

My heart is aflame with old injuries

I cant forget

Playing over and over in my head

It burns and burns

With a white cold heat

Which turns coals to ashes

And when the fire goes out

All is cold here

In my soul

But these ashes

Are not the ending

For in time

A new fire glows

One that does not burn but warms

My naked soul

Grown fresh and new

In this place of wreckage

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